Douluo: Yun Ming in the Spirit Hall Era

Chapter 403 Extra: Young Master Yun's Martial Soul

Wuhun City, Pope Mountain

Yun Ming calmed his mind and finished his practice. He slowly opened his eyes and stared blankly at the Tai Chi Bagua diagram hanging in the cultivation room.

He still can't find it!

Ever since the day Yun Ming accompanied Yang Wudi to welcome Huang Teng into the Po Clan, he had been searching for his parents. To this end, he entered the cycle of reincarnation, traversed the divine realm, and explored the heavens and the depths of the netherworld, turning this part of the divine realm upside down. But three years have passed, and he still has found nothing.

"Could it be that I was reincarnated into a plane ruled by other gods?"

Yun Ming pondered in his mind, eliminating all the impossibilities, and roughly confirmed the final possibility.

But if that's the case, then it'll be very troublesome.

The universe is too vast. Just under the God Realm where their Douluo Star is located, there are 108 planes. And there are countless other God Realms. It's really hard to find them. It's like looking for a needle in a haystack!

After racking his brains for a while, Yun Ming couldn't come up with any efficient and feasible solution, so he had no choice but to stop for the time being.

"Never mind, let's go back first, the auspicious time is almost here."

With this thought in mind, Yun Ming stood up, took a step, and disappeared into the room.

On the other side, the Destroyer Clan, the Destroyer Clan Ancestral Temple

Today marks the annual ancestral worship ceremony for the Po clan, and the atmosphere among the clan members is solemn and respectful.

Before the Po Clan failed to avenge the Clear Sky Sect and the Spirit Hall, the atmosphere within the clan was always cold and oppressive on this day, and everyone who came was inevitably affected by the events of that year. But now, with the enemies gone and the grudges settled, and the Po Clan standing at the pinnacle of the Soul Master world, overlooking the entire realm, the atmosphere of the ancestral worship has slowly returned to normal.

Moreover, compared to before, the ancestral temple of the Po clan is now much larger. It was rebuilt by Yang Wudi after he learned that Yun Ming had become a god. He leveled several small hills behind the Po clan's territory and renovated the temple, which now covers an area of ​​more than 100 acres.

The site was vast, and the buildings were extremely magnificent. With red walls and yellow tiles, painted beams and flying eaves, it was built entirely according to the standards of the imperial ancestral hall. The Imperial Clan led an external construction team and spent several years completing it.

Yang Wudi stood at the head of the ancestral hall, looking outwards, his gaze sweeping over each clansman, his heart filled with countless emotions.

Back when they were still in the Star Luo Empire, the total number of people who could participate in the ancestral worship was only a little over four hundred. Now! There are more than eight hundred people inside the ancestral hall, and no fewer than three thousand in the square outside. The contrast is truly striking.

"What are your thoughts?" Yang Wutian asked, seeing that Yang Wudi seemed to be deeply moved.

Yang Wudi replied from the bottom of his heart.

"I'm very satisfied."

"Before Ming'er rose to power, I thought that if I could bring my clan back to its peak during the time of the Haotian Sect in my lifetime, as long as I could achieve that, I would have already lived up to the expectations of my predecessors!"

Looking back on those days, Yang Wudi and Yang Wutian were also filled with emotion. It really wasn't easy back then! The Po Clan was indeed far inferior to the Haotian Sect at that time. Even someone as proud and stubborn as Yang Wudi could only dream of such things, which showed how vast the gap was.

Yang Wudi continued.

"To see my clan's blood feud avenged and its people grow stronger to this day, I am already content. Even if I were to die immediately, I could face my ancestors in peace!"

"Ptooey! Ptooey! Ptooey!"

Everything was fine up front, but when he heard the words "die or not," Yang Wutian quickly interrupted.

"What are you talking about, dying or not! We're so healthy, we should be able to protect our family for at least another hundred years."

Yang Wushuang on the other side nodded and laughed.

"That's right! We've worked hard our whole lives, and we've finally seen our family reach its peak. We should enjoy this for at least a hundred or two hundred years! You haven't even seen Li'er and Teng'er reach the top of the continent, get married, and have children yet!"

Hearing his two younger brothers speak like that, Yang Wudi's previous feelings disappeared. He glanced at Huang Teng, who was tugging at his clothes and looking around, and smiled.

"That's true."

Just then, ripples appeared in the air, and a voice came from them.

"That won't do. You still have two grandfathers who need to live a long, long life. Otherwise, I'm afraid future generations will gossip about me!"

As they spoke, Yun Ming and his family of three emerged from the void.

Yang Wutian understood their meaning and smiled as he looked at the person they were waiting for.

"Then you'd better keep it up!"

Yun Ming said gently.

"Don't worry about that, leave it to me."

Grandpa.

Hello to my great-grandfathers.

Ya Li led Young Master Yun to greet them.

Yang Wudi smiled and nodded in agreement, even pinching Young Master Yun's cheek.

"Greetings, Your Holiness, the Pope!!!" xN

Led by clan chief Yang Yi, the clansmen bowed and greeted each other.

The voices were loud, the manners were impeccable, and everyone was flushed with embarrassment. Their initial arrogance turned into obsequiousness, showing their genuine reverence for Yun Ming.

"No need for formalities, please rise!"

Seeing everyone bow, Yunming stopped talking to his grandfathers and said, "No need for formalities."

"Thank you, Yunzun!!!" xN

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With everything settled and everyone present, Yang Wudi announced the official start of the sacrificial ceremony.

Music was played, cannons were fired, drums were struck, bells were rung, dust was swept, and incense was offered. After all the sacrificial rituals were completed, the rest of the clan members also withdrew, preparing to begin the last reserved part of the day—the awakening of the martial spirit.

Yang Wutian waved to Young Master Yun.

"Li'er, come to your great-grandfather."

"Okay, Great-Grandpa!"

Young Master Yun's eyes lit up. He knew what today's segment was about, and he was very excited. He skipped and jumped to Yang Wutian's side.

Seeing how excited Young Master Yun was, Yang Wutian smiled along with him. Not only was Yang Wudi satisfied with the status quo, but he was also very satisfied, especially when he saw the energetic appearance of the younger generation in the clan, which made him feel even more deeply.

"Do you know what to do?"

Yang Wutian's old face, which could scare a child to tears, was now grinning in a twisted way. It was clear he was trying to project the kindness of his great-grandfather, but the effect didn't seem to be very good.

Young Master Yun looked at Yang Wutian's smile and found himself unable to laugh. If he didn't know this great-grandfather, he would have run away by now.

Seeing their son glance at them with a hint of fear, Yun Ming and Ya Li almost burst out laughing. His pitiful, timid expression was truly amusing. However, while their laughter was inappropriate, others thought it was!

Yang Wushuang burst into laughter, pointing in Yang Wutian's direction as she laughed. Young Master Yun's expression was hard for him to keep up!

"Ha ha ha ha--"

"Oh dear, fifth brother! Stop laughing, or the children will cry."

"The kids?" Yun Ming glanced at another little guy present. Huang Teng was hiding quietly behind Yang Wudi, hugging him so tightly he didn't dare show his face. And Yang Wudi's lips were curled up in a wide smile, almost as wide as his younger brother's; no wonder little Huang Teng didn't dare show his face!

Yang Wutian was a little embarrassed, especially after Yang Wushuang pointed it out.

"What are you laughing at! Laugh again and I'll beat you to death, you old geezer!!"

Yang Wushuang glanced at him and replied bravely.

"This old man has a poor sense of self, and I can't even laugh at him!"

Yang Wudi, who had been laughing so fiercely, couldn't hold back any longer and burst out laughing. He then received a sharp retort from Yang Wushuang.

"Boss, you should also hold back a bit. You two are about the same, you're at least seventy percent as powerful as the Fifth Master."

Yang Wudi's face darkened. He glanced at Xiao Huangteng and fell silent.

Seeing Yang Wudi's ugly smile and being told he only possessed 70% of his strength, Yang Wutian couldn't hold back any longer. This old man's insults are truly sophisticated! He wants to start a full-blown fight!!

"I T"

Seeing that Yang Wushuang was going berserk, and Yang Wudi and Yang Wutian's faces were almost as red as the bottom of a pot, Yun Ming quickly jumped out to lighten the mood.

"Just kidding, just kidding, don't be angry!"

"Li'er, come here. Father will awaken you."

With that, he snapped his fingers, and a complex and strange awakening array appeared before everyone.

Upon hearing his father's words, Young Master Yun jogged back and stood in the awakening formation as his father had instructed.

Seeing that the activity was about to begin, the three old men temporarily put down the accounts, intending to resolve them later. What would Yun Ming's son awaken? Would it be the Sky-Piercing Spear? They were all very curious about this.

Yunming comforted his son.

"Li'er, relax later. No matter what happens, don't panic. Daddy's here for you!"

Young Master Yun nodded in agreement.

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

"Uh-huh."

Ya Li was worried when she thought of what Yun Ming had said when he came, and Yang Wudi and the others also realized that the situation was unusual and became more serious.

Yunming reassured his wife and then activated the magic array.

The magic array was activated, and specks of golden light rose from the ground, quickly transforming into a thick mist that enveloped Young Master Yun and lifted him into the air.

Yang Wudi's eyes flashed with astonishment. If he remembered correctly, the number of these golden light spots was much greater than when Yunming Martial Soul awakened back then, at least twice as many.

During the Martial Soul Awakening Ceremony, the number of golden light spots is directly proportional to the quality of the Martial Soul. Keep in mind that Yun Ming's Sky-Piercing Spear was already a super Martial Soul that suppressed the Soul-Breaking Spear. Now, Yun Li's Martial Soul has attracted far more light spots than Yun Ming did back then. What kind of Martial Soul is this?! Can little Yun Li withstand such a powerful Martial Soul?!

Yang Wudi began to understand the concerns of Yun Ming and his wife.

Yali watched the golden light continuously flowing into her son's body, and the ever-present, tireless stream of light, and she was extremely anxious. If it weren't for her husband's calm expression, she probably would have forcibly interrupted the awakening ceremony.

Regardless of what others might think, Young Master Yun felt quite good at that moment. It was warm and comfortable, as if he were basking in the sunshine.

But as time went by, the warmth and comfort gradually faded, and Yunli's face began to contort, becoming increasingly uncomfortable until she cried out in pain.

"ah!!!"

"Li'er!"

Upon seeing her son's agonizing scream, Yali was horrified and cried out in alarm. The pain felt by her child was the pain in her mother's heart, even for a pope like herself.

"Li'er! Hang in there, it'll be over soon!"

Don't worry! It's within expectations.

Yunming was encouraging his son and also sending a telepathic message to comfort his family.

"Dad, I feel so bad!"

Hearing his father's voice, Yunli responded with a sob in his voice. At that moment, it felt as if a flame was burning inside Yunli, not only burning his flesh and blood but also his mind, causing him unbearable pain. He had never been in such pain in his life.

Yunming felt heartbroken when he heard his son's helpless voice, but there was nothing he could do. He had to persevere, or he would have to do it all over again.

"Li'er! You can do it! Dad believes in you!"

"You are the best, the strongest, and your parents' pride, aren't you?"

While chatting with his son to distract him, Yun Ming observed the condition of Yun Dashao's body.

Young Master Yun said weakly.

"I am the best version of myself. I can persevere!"

Perhaps it was because of Yun and Ming's situation. One of them was a super genius, and the other was a prodigy whose martial soul was perfectly suited for the rocket-like boost. They were both quite indifferent to praise, which made Young Master Yun quite happy when he received praise, and the pain even lessened a bit.

Yali's eyes were a little red, and moisture obscured her eyelids.

"Don't cry, Li'er, you're the bravest. After you awaken, Mommy will take you out to play, okay?"

Young Master Yun said with difficulty.

"it is good"

Yun Ming also spoke up at the opportune moment.

"Li'er is so great!"

However, while praise was one thing, Yun Ming also discovered a new problem with Yun Li's martial soul. He had enough awakening energy, but it seemed something was still missing before it could truly be unleashed.

Golden light surged in Yun Ming's eyes as he began to deduce a solution.

A minute is short, but now it feels like an eternity. During this time, Ya Li kept talking to Young Master Yun, but the intervals between Young Master Yun's replies were slowly getting longer.

"Brother Ming, hurry up!"

Seeing that her son was in so much pain he couldn't even make a sound, Ya-li was extremely anxious.

Yun Ming sensed that his son's condition was also urgent, and his divine sense circulated even faster. Various Daos and Laws connected before his eyes, finally transforming into two yin-yang fish embracing each other in a circle.

"This is it!"

As the fog cleared, he realized what Young Master Yun was lacking.

Yun Ming is too strong. Perhaps only the former Dragon God could rival him. His power is omnipotent, unified yet completely contradictory. This is not something a human child can withstand. Even if Young Master Yun is Yun Ming's biological son and is naturally more adapted to Yun Ming's power, it is still not enough. Therefore, separation and buffering are necessary.

Ya Li's Prayer Angel Martial Soul was completely suppressed by Yun Ming's Sky-Piercing Spear, whose current level is unknown, making it impossible for her to naturally generate twin Martial Souls or divide her power. Therefore, what Young Master Yun needs is an artificial Martial Soul.

Once the thought process was clear, the rest became simple. A Möbius stripe appeared in Yun Ming's eyes as he stared directly at the martial soul imprint of Young Master Yun's martial soul. With a flick of his finger, a pale pink spear light cleaved it in two.

One half of the mark combined with the power of creation and merged into the body, transforming into a new martial soul mark, while the other half also quickly took shape.

Then Yun Ming felt as if two 'crack' sounds came from Yun Dashao's body, as if something had broken, and all the golden light spots rushed into his left and right palms.

In the blink of an eye, a spear-shaped martial spirit appeared in Young Master Yun's right hand. Even though this martial spirit had not yet fully manifested and was only in a blurry form, Yang Wudi and the other martial spirit owners present felt their own martial spirits tremble. This was the performance of a lower-level martial spirit when facing a higher-level martial spirit. Moreover, the destructive aura emanating from the spear made even these titled individuals feel a chill!

A humanoid image appeared in Yun Shao's left hand. It was a humanoid life form with four pairs of wings, each wing emanating an attribute fluctuation. Wind, fire, water, earth, light, darkness, spacetime—all were perfectly ordered! Clearly, this was a mutation of Ya Li's own mother's martial soul.

With the manifestation of the two martial souls, the pain in Young Master Yun's body quickly subsided, his face relaxed again, and he fainted.

Even though he had fainted, his two martial souls were still faintly visible, exerting immense pressure on everyone present.

Yang Wudi looked at the light and shadow above his great-grandson's head, swallowed hard, and asked.

"Ming'er, what is this?"

Yun Ming reached out and picked up his unconscious son, placed a palm on his forehead to stabilize his martial soul, and sealed his level 30 innate soul power down to level 10.

After finishing everything, and giving the child to his mother, Yunming had a moment to reply.

"Divine Martial Soul, Heaven-Opening Holy Spirit, Weapon Martial Soul, Extinction Demon Spear"

(End of this chapter)